I remember when I really felt the push from heaven to begin writing Waiting Well. Although the idea had been sparked in my heart years earlier, I didn’t have the words to actually begin writing.
A month or so after I had Judah Rose, I knew it was time to begin. It was the most chaotic time with midnight feedings and family challenges. I barely felt I had time to breathe, let alone write. But every time I sat down to write, He came. I had to make the sacrifice of time and he showed up with fire.
And now more than a year after writing the book, I’m sitting in Bradford, England sharing the hope and encouragement of His Love.
I knew from a young age that I would travel the world. I had ideas of what my life would be like when that happened. My life is quite different than I ever imagined. In fact, an international trip is the farthest thing from my mind and my bank account.
Life has a way of doing that. You know? I hadn’t completely let go of my dream. I just picked up the heavy load of family, finances, work, etc. I just couldn’t hold on to the dream and all the extra. So I laid it down for a bit.
For years, I had asked God like an excited child, Is it time yet? Are we there yet? And for years, his answer was gentle, yet firm. “Not yet.”
I can’t always say that I’ve waited well. But the waiting produced a sense of how weighty this call really is–this call to share His heart. The waiting produced and is producing a holiness in me and a dependence on Him.
And I think that’s what he was waiting for.
I wasn’t trying to make things happen on my own anymore. If he doesn’t send me, I can’t go.
If He doesn’t speak, I will have nothing to say. The words may not be eloquent. They may be simple. I may not follow all the “rules” of speech writing or public speaking. But when He speaks there is Life and power. For He alone has the words of eternal life.
And so armed with the gospel, depending on Jesus alone, I have embarked on an adventure that He paid for. Entrusting my children with a small army that He has appointed for this time. …All because I stepped into His timing.
He worked out everything from passport renewal to flights, childcare to spending money. All because He wanted too.
So if you’re concerned that you missed His timing and you’re confused in the season of your life… Can I just tell you to stop looking at the clock. Look into his eyes and into His hands. His eyes are like fire. It was fire that fell on the day of Pentecost and ushered the followers of Jesus into a season like no other. Dear one, your times are in His hands. Look unto Him, the author and finisher of your faith and follow Him.
You’re right on time.
The first photo is of the Bradford Cathedral in Bradford England. I took it this morning ☺️ The second is of Holy Trinity church in Idle. want to see more pictures? Follow me on Instagram.
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I find myself in the season your writing about…patiently (with trembles) I wait! His timing is perfect! Robbie
Love that your season has come.
Timing is Everything spoke to my spirit. Thanks for reminding me to wait on Him and not to give up on my dreams.
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Amen!! Thank you for sharing and for waiting with me 😘 praying for you as you wait! He is faithful who has promised!